Post by MrBRulzOK on Jul 30, 2012 14:53:41 GMT -5
Night swept over the courthouse, silence filling the air. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallways of the building. Make his way down the narrow corridor, the young and overzealous guard began his duty of guarding the chambers. His shift had only started minutes and he was excited to fufill his obligation of keeping the building safe. Flashlight clasped firming in hand and gun on a holster at his side, the somewhat lanky looking fellow marched all the way down the hall, did an about face, and returned the way he came. So far there were no signs of suspicious activty. But then again it was always like that. It seemed like no criminal was stupid enough to actually try and break in. After all this place was designed to keep criminals out; why would one think to break in?
Time trickled away slowly as the eager guard kept up his duty. Truthfully this wasn't his job, but he had been asked to fill in by one of the judges. It seemed like they were staying overnight to take care of some paperwork for a number of trials that were set to begin tomorrow. Probably so they wouldn't have to worry about it come morning. The young guard thought nothing of it. After all, it wasn't his place to question his orders. His duty was simply to follow them to the letter!
It had gotten to the point that an hour or two had passed. By this point the guard's once frantic pace had noticeably started to decline. He began to lag behind in his footsteps, eyelids growing heavier as the feeling of fatigue set in. So far he had been patrolling the halls all night and not a single problem had arisen! He started to wonder what was the point of persisting? Was he really accomplishing anything by standing around?
But the judge had insisted. They were meeting with someone and wanted to make sure that nobody disturbed them. The guard couldn't help but wonder though exactly who it was. He remembered that sometimes prosecutors tended to stay overnight as well, usually to research past cases in order to study for an upcoming one. And sometimes on rare occassions the Chief of Police or even the Chief Prosecutor would pay a visit!
He was about to think about taking a break when suddenly he heard what sounded like shattering glass off in the distance! Immediately the officer's eyes bulged wide as he quickly began charging towards the direction of sounds, knees shaking as he dashed over. Already he had his gun cocked and ready for what might await him.
"What just happened?"
was the thought prominently running through his mind.
"I've gotta doooooo something!"
His feet picked up faster as he ran as fast as they could carry him. Already his finger was on the trigger.
He poked his inside the judge's chambers. And there sat the man with a giant blonde beard. He turned his gaze towards the overexcited officer now staring back at him.
"What's all this, eh? I heard you clomping down that hall like a drunk moose! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!"
Immediately the officer stopped in his place, eyes immediately looking towards the ground in embarrassment.
"S...sorry, sir. I th...thought I heard something hitting the... fl...floor."
"Well yeah. I dropped my glass of warm apple cider! Got it all over the carpet and everything. Shame too since it's my favorite."
The judge pointed out the shards of the former drinking glass now scattered along that plush purple floor along with a dark yellow stain that visibly clashed.
"Well since you're here why don't ya fetch me a mop or something, eh? Help me clean this mess up."
"But sir... I'm not a janitor, I'm a police officer!" the guard said in protest. But it was all for naught.
"Well the usual janitor's at home right now and I'm not very well gonna go fetch it myself, ya hoser."
With that the officer knew that his fate had been sealed.
"Yes s...sir. I'll be right b...back!"
And with that he made his way back down the hall, his destination the broom closet on the other side. He holstered his gun once more as he walked along. After all he certainly saw no reason to keep that out in plain sight. After all the only danger here was the threat of a ruined carpet! And he wasn't about to let that happen!
As he approached the closet the officer noticed immediately that the door was oddly ajar. Apparently someone had forgotten to close it earlier. Thinking nothing of it he made his way over and walked inside. Pulling the cord dangling above his head a light bulb immediately began to glow with life, illuminating the cramped space and revealing the various cleaning implements inside. As he searched for the mop and bucket needed for his task, he failed to notice that he wasn't alone...
SNAP!
With a single motion the guard fell to the ground, flopping out of the closet, body sprawled. The assailant had broken his neck in mere moments. Their identity was a mystery, face covered from head to toe by a pitch black hoodie, bandanna, and sunglasses. The gloved figure made their way out of the closet, now clutching in hand that very same gun.
The judge continued to wait for his cleaning crew to return, the mess still prominently present on the floor. Suddenly he was jarred by the sound of his chamber door slamming shut, the bearded man nearly jumping from behind his desk. "What's all this, eh?! Don't sneak up on me like th..."
BANG!
Without finishing his sentence the judge collapsed face first upon his desk, blood leaking from the wound now on his chest and staining both his robes along with the carpet further.
"Justice... who needs it?"
The figure stuck the weapon back in their pocket, turned around, and left the chamber, not a shred of remorse. In his mind they had claimed victory for their cause. A cause that would soon swell and come to the point that it could destroy the hold of justice once and for all.
And with this action the first shot was fired in the war for justice.
Mike Meekins is dead. (Broken Neck) Overzealous and clumsy, but loveable Police Officer. Law Aligned
The Judge's Younger Brother is Dead (Fatal Bullet Wound) Oddly Canadian, bearded guardian of Justice. Law Aligned
Time trickled away slowly as the eager guard kept up his duty. Truthfully this wasn't his job, but he had been asked to fill in by one of the judges. It seemed like they were staying overnight to take care of some paperwork for a number of trials that were set to begin tomorrow. Probably so they wouldn't have to worry about it come morning. The young guard thought nothing of it. After all, it wasn't his place to question his orders. His duty was simply to follow them to the letter!
It had gotten to the point that an hour or two had passed. By this point the guard's once frantic pace had noticeably started to decline. He began to lag behind in his footsteps, eyelids growing heavier as the feeling of fatigue set in. So far he had been patrolling the halls all night and not a single problem had arisen! He started to wonder what was the point of persisting? Was he really accomplishing anything by standing around?
But the judge had insisted. They were meeting with someone and wanted to make sure that nobody disturbed them. The guard couldn't help but wonder though exactly who it was. He remembered that sometimes prosecutors tended to stay overnight as well, usually to research past cases in order to study for an upcoming one. And sometimes on rare occassions the Chief of Police or even the Chief Prosecutor would pay a visit!
He was about to think about taking a break when suddenly he heard what sounded like shattering glass off in the distance! Immediately the officer's eyes bulged wide as he quickly began charging towards the direction of sounds, knees shaking as he dashed over. Already he had his gun cocked and ready for what might await him.
"What just happened?"
was the thought prominently running through his mind.
"I've gotta doooooo something!"
His feet picked up faster as he ran as fast as they could carry him. Already his finger was on the trigger.
He poked his inside the judge's chambers. And there sat the man with a giant blonde beard. He turned his gaze towards the overexcited officer now staring back at him.
"What's all this, eh? I heard you clomping down that hall like a drunk moose! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!"
Immediately the officer stopped in his place, eyes immediately looking towards the ground in embarrassment.
"S...sorry, sir. I th...thought I heard something hitting the... fl...floor."
"Well yeah. I dropped my glass of warm apple cider! Got it all over the carpet and everything. Shame too since it's my favorite."
The judge pointed out the shards of the former drinking glass now scattered along that plush purple floor along with a dark yellow stain that visibly clashed.
"Well since you're here why don't ya fetch me a mop or something, eh? Help me clean this mess up."
"But sir... I'm not a janitor, I'm a police officer!" the guard said in protest. But it was all for naught.
"Well the usual janitor's at home right now and I'm not very well gonna go fetch it myself, ya hoser."
With that the officer knew that his fate had been sealed.
"Yes s...sir. I'll be right b...back!"
And with that he made his way back down the hall, his destination the broom closet on the other side. He holstered his gun once more as he walked along. After all he certainly saw no reason to keep that out in plain sight. After all the only danger here was the threat of a ruined carpet! And he wasn't about to let that happen!
As he approached the closet the officer noticed immediately that the door was oddly ajar. Apparently someone had forgotten to close it earlier. Thinking nothing of it he made his way over and walked inside. Pulling the cord dangling above his head a light bulb immediately began to glow with life, illuminating the cramped space and revealing the various cleaning implements inside. As he searched for the mop and bucket needed for his task, he failed to notice that he wasn't alone...
SNAP!
With a single motion the guard fell to the ground, flopping out of the closet, body sprawled. The assailant had broken his neck in mere moments. Their identity was a mystery, face covered from head to toe by a pitch black hoodie, bandanna, and sunglasses. The gloved figure made their way out of the closet, now clutching in hand that very same gun.
The judge continued to wait for his cleaning crew to return, the mess still prominently present on the floor. Suddenly he was jarred by the sound of his chamber door slamming shut, the bearded man nearly jumping from behind his desk. "What's all this, eh?! Don't sneak up on me like th..."
BANG!
Without finishing his sentence the judge collapsed face first upon his desk, blood leaking from the wound now on his chest and staining both his robes along with the carpet further.
"Justice... who needs it?"
The figure stuck the weapon back in their pocket, turned around, and left the chamber, not a shred of remorse. In his mind they had claimed victory for their cause. A cause that would soon swell and come to the point that it could destroy the hold of justice once and for all.
And with this action the first shot was fired in the war for justice.
Mike Meekins is dead. (Broken Neck) Overzealous and clumsy, but loveable Police Officer. Law Aligned
The Judge's Younger Brother is Dead (Fatal Bullet Wound) Oddly Canadian, bearded guardian of Justice. Law Aligned
And so it begins.
A few quick ground rules before we begin just to remind everyone.
A reminder from the last fellow who ran one of these games. With minor adjustments.
Basically the game works like this:
- There are two factions called the "Town (good guys)" and the "Mafia (bad guys)" and sometimes "Third party" roles.
- There are "day" phases and "night" phases.
Day Phase:
The Law (Town) will discuss and try to pick out who might be mafia scum amongst you. Then everyone votes to lynch which players they think are the scum.
Like this: Vote: Big Bad Brad. You can even unvote like this: Unvote. Or even vote: No Lynch. If you suspect someone, you can even do FOS: Big Bad Brad. Be sure to bold your vote, unvote and FOS.
The mafia of course, will try to keep themselves from being lynched any way they can.
No Posting of Role PM's or fabricating Role PM's. This may result in a MOD-KILL.
YOU CANNOT EDIT YOUR POSTS. IF you want to edit you must make a new posts with EBWOP, once the game begins. Breaking this rule twice will result in a modkill.
The "day" keeps going till the end of the phase where a majority vote *Must* be reached, or else there is NO lynch. If there's a lynch I reveal to you guys if you all got the scum or not. Following the end of the day we go to Night Phase!
Night Phase:
- At Night is where the mafia gets to talk their dastardly plans for the next day.
- Night is also when most of the power-roles get to submit night actions to me, according to your Role PM.
- You will be mod-killed if you post in the thread during night phase if you are not already eliminated from the game. Try not to post more than once during this time.
Then the cycle repeats until any of the factions meet their win conditions.
- There are two factions called the "Town (good guys)" and the "Mafia (bad guys)" and sometimes "Third party" roles.
- There are "day" phases and "night" phases.
Day Phase:
The Law (Town) will discuss and try to pick out who might be mafia scum amongst you. Then everyone votes to lynch which players they think are the scum.
Like this: Vote: Big Bad Brad. You can even unvote like this: Unvote. Or even vote: No Lynch. If you suspect someone, you can even do FOS: Big Bad Brad. Be sure to bold your vote, unvote and FOS.
The mafia of course, will try to keep themselves from being lynched any way they can.
No Posting of Role PM's or fabricating Role PM's. This may result in a MOD-KILL.
YOU CANNOT EDIT YOUR POSTS. IF you want to edit you must make a new posts with EBWOP, once the game begins. Breaking this rule twice will result in a modkill.
The "day" keeps going till the end of the phase where a majority vote *Must* be reached, or else there is NO lynch. If there's a lynch I reveal to you guys if you all got the scum or not. Following the end of the day we go to Night Phase!
Night Phase:
- At Night is where the mafia gets to talk their dastardly plans for the next day.
- Night is also when most of the power-roles get to submit night actions to me, according to your Role PM.
- You will be mod-killed if you post in the thread during night phase if you are not already eliminated from the game. Try not to post more than once during this time.
Then the cycle repeats until any of the factions meet their win conditions.
Day 1 has begun. You need 8 votes to Lynch someone. You may also vote for a No Lynch if you choose, but that may not be in your favor.
Day 1 shall last until I get the necessary number of votes or until August 6 2012 at 8:00 PM Central. That should give you fine folks plenty of time to make your decision.
1. Double H
2. lodirulz
3. J
4. Big Bad Brad
5. Loki-A-Go-Go
6. Daime
7. Street Spartan
8. Hawkeye
9. Gus Richlen
10. Jonathan Michaels
11. Notorious
12. Cageking